a Hazbin Hotel Fan Fiction

Fuck them Kids

Only 2 weeks have passed since the canceled extermination. After the initial confusion, Charlie found herself with lots of participants for her hotel. Sadly, the Sinners who wanted to check in tended to leave as soon as they caught on to the fact, that the princess of hell didn't want to enroll an bigger army for the next epic battle against heaven, but rather redeem them to be send above.
Charlie slumped down defeated on the bar after unsuccessfully chasing down the last guest of the day. The beafy bull demon who stomped out screamin 'he ain't gay!', after she tried to convince him to try the battle inside of him. "Uhg!"
"That was a close one." Cherry bomb chuckled. "Really?" Charlie gleamed. Cherry snorted. "No." Charlie felt back onto her face. Angel dust shoke off his smile and darted a disapproving side eye to his friend.
"Hey! Don't turn me like that, hoe! You were the one blowin' him a kiss!" Cherry barked.
"Yeah... That, wasn't exactly helpful." Vaggie chimed in. "Hey. Maybe you should just roll with the army thing. I mean... it's been 2 weeks since adam and a bunch of his angels landed on rosie's bbq. And heaven didn't even send a fuck you." Cherry proposed. "But I did not open this hotel as a bootcamp in disguise. Besides... I don't wanna fight again." Charlie protested and looked with grief over to Sir Pentious painting. "I don't think I could bear to lose one more."
The others look down sharing her grief, thinking about what to respond, when Alastor walked in. His grin seemed slightly irritated. "Hey, Alastor. Lucifer isn't here right now." Vaggie remarked.
Even if the rest enjoyed their constant quarrels, she and Charlie had gotten tired of it pretty fast. The last time he teased Charlie's father to the point, he threw the marble table after him, scaring the people out that were about to stay in the hotel.
"Yes, dear. I know. But, I shouldn't I neglet my responsibilities as the host, shouldn't I?" He said while turning to the entrance.
Confused, they turned to the door still expecting Lucifer to barge in.
But three little demons, obviously children, walked in. A very confident pigeon boy leading, a Hydra in toe with three heads, two boyish snake heads, the older one exited, the other smaller one with fearful tears in his eyes and one unsure girl with a pink bow in the middle.
Followed by a rugged puppet Boy, looking around with big eyes, getting lost in the lavish interior.
The pigeon boy marched right in front of the radio demon. Alastor watched him, irritated that the child approached him without any signs of fear. The little guy filled his chest with such a deep breath, his head fell him onto his back. With the lowest and raspiest voice someone would expect out of a grown man he exclaimed to alistor directly: "Mister Radio Demon! Sir, weeeeuuuuuiiiiiii!?!"
The Hydra had tugged the pigeon boy, who, surprised by the touch, blew out all his air.
He turned around and wispered enraged now in the tiniest, girlish of voices.
"Wtf? Are you stupid? You ruined it!"
"I still don't think, this is a good idea..." the girl Hydra whispered.
"The Hell? Then, why do you even come with us?" The older head asked angry.
The smallest head started sniffling.
"I wanna go back to Sue!" The girl nudged the small ones head. "Yeah, we should go back Home." The biggest head raised fuming over the other two. "And where should that be? I don't wanna sleep in the trenches again!" "Shut up! All of you!" The pigeon shouted quietly. "I could go for this house." The puppet Boy muttered impressed, while trying to fit a golden figurien under his shirt, completely oblivious to the baffled eyes at the bar witnessing it all. Charlie snuk up in front of the three, shielding them from Alastors growing impatience. "Uhm... Hi you little guys! Welcome to the hazbin hotel! How can I help you?" The kids turned to her and the pigeon boy took a deep breath to respond. "And, who are you?" He asked now with a more boyisch voice. "Hi! I am Charlie. The owner of the hotel. Do you want to check in?" She asked hopefull.
The children shared confused looks after sizing between her and the radio demon. "Are you sure?" The Hydra asked. "Ah... Yes." Charlie answered a little irritated. The pigeon boy began his spiel again.
"Then yes! We came here to exance our souls for your hospitality!" He growled confidently.
"What?!?" Everyone shouted shocked at once. Before Charlie could even respond the older Boy Hydra shouted: "No, moron! What if they kick us out again for some stupid reason? We should ask for money for a home!" The pigeon shouted back. "You are the moron! We will get robbed of it, the moment we set a foot out again!"
"Should we ask for a house directly instead? " the puppet wondered caressing the bulge under his shirt.
"Wait! I don't want you soul's!"
Charlie exclaimed mortified.
A laughter echoed from the front door.
A muddy brown weasle like demon in rugged slacks, Button up and flathat leaving his face hidden was leaning against the doorframe.
"You stupid buggers couldn't even gettin' your demands straight? No wonder, no one here wants to bother with you. But, if you are so desperate to sell yourselfes, you should settle on a lolly and a dime. More ain't you dumb fuckers worth." He snorted amused.
"What are you doing here?" The pigeon asked annoyed.
"Oh. I saw some lost brats wandering around about to stirr in shit. And there was no way I would miss that ass woopin'."
With those word said, the doors next to him burst open letting in a wave of flowy shadow hands grabbing every one of the children and dragging them to the dark flaring pile behind the door.
"Fucking sniiiiitch!!!" The scream of the Pigeon echoed into silence within the depths of this ominous being.
The weasle took of his hat and bowed low, his two different colored eyes glowing. "So... Your higness. Mister Radio Demon, sir. Sorry for the intrusion. We will be on our way again." He said and turned to leave with the shadowy Pile.
"Wait!" Charlie shouted. "You seem to be quite in a pickle there. Why you won't stay here? We have plenty of room free!"
Black eyeholes appeared in the flaming shadows, inspecting Charlie and her surroundings with great distrust.
"And what would cost us your hospitality?" The weasel wanted to know.
"Nothing!" Charlie exclaimed. "Our hotel is free for all sinners, that seek to rehabilitate themselves for a place in heaven!"
A deep disapproving growl rumbled within the shadows. "Yeah... Then, we have to decline. But thanks anyway." The weasel answered.
Charlie could not able to shake off her pity for those little demons, went for antother attempt:
"B-but I can made a exception for you and your little ones! You can stay, without any expectations regarding or rehabilitation! For as long as you need!"
"What?" Vaggie shouted flabbergasted. "Charlie! Are you sure? You don't even know who those people are."
"We can't just throw those children back out in the trenches." Charlie relented.
"No. Your one eyed friend has a point. You have no idea, what you are about to agree to." The weasle replied, leaving Vaggie quite baffled. "We talking a hundred people. Mainly children." "102." The shadow grumbled. "We shouldn't get lost in the details." The weasle wove of.
The crew looked horrified while Charlie doubled down. "Not a problem! As I said, here is plenty of room for everyone of them." "Woah! Charlie slow down!" Angel came up to Charlie. "Do you have any idea what you're about to invite in?"
"Yeah, what was that talk about having one cause only five minutes ago. And now leaving it to be a fucking Daycare?" Cherry chimed in. Charlie, after hearing the sheer amount of children living in the trenches, being hellbend on letting them in, turned to Vaggie. "We can't leave them on the streets! Especially, when they're so desperate that their willing to sell their souls for a roof over their heads."
Vaggie couldn't refuse her puppy eyes, but that argument also sparked some concerning questions in her.
"Yeah, I think we could let them stay. But what in hell made them think they have to sell their souls to get in here?"
She asked the weasle, that turned back smiling from the heated wispering argument he had with the shadow, not really hearing the question.
"Now... have you decided yet?"
"There is nothing to decide! Let's go!"
The shadow growled. "No, no! You can stay here!" Charlie shouted. "No payment involved, in any shape or form?" The weasel wanted to know "Yes!"
"No enlisting your little rehabilitation program?" "No immediate joining required! But... if you find yourself changing your minds. We are always open for new reciuts!"
The last sentence seemed to aggravated the shadow again. The weasle smiled pleased and shot a contemplating look to his companion before saying.
"OK, I get it. You are still worried. We don't have to do this. But before we go back, we should get our story's straight, shouldn't we? We found the runaways before they could mess shit up more. In the hotel of the princess. Who offered us a roof, running water and electricity for fuck nothin'! And we declined... becaaaaause...?"
With a huge tired sigh the flaming shadows evaporated into thin air. Leaving behind a bone skinny doll figurien with disheveled black feathers for hair and a baggy shirt covered in filth. "Fine."
The woman relented. Which let Charlie and the weasle jumping and the others shocked. "I get the others and you-"
"Gettin' all the details in order. Yes, ma'am." He saluted. After the woman left he jumped in front of Charlie and bowed again.
"Your higness. Thank you very much! Twig my name! A pleasure to be meeting you."
"Hello, again. No need for the bow, though. Should we go showing you your rooms? Alastor. ... Alastor?"
"He took off the second you agreed to this shit." Husker explained and chugged down his bottle of wiskey while opening a new one. "Yeah. And so will I! Sorry bitches. Angie, give me a call when the ankle-biters left town. Bye!" Cherry ran off, leaving Charlie, Vaggie and Angel to lead Twig to the upper floors.
"As you can see, we have everything ready for your arrival." Charlie ended the tour.
"So... hundred children... do you mind explaining?" Angel asked.
"97 kids, four women and me. And... what do you wanna know exactly?"
"Why so many?" "They kept coming." Twig shrugged. "More important to know is, why you are in this situation?" Vaggie asked. "Velvets henchmen chased us out of our last home, two days after the extermination. Burning it down in the process. I think, she wants to built another sweatshop there. And was counting on that the buggers will stay close, so she can fill the seats infront the sewingmachines with them. The Trenches are far from it and to chaotic for her footlikers to look for us. House hunting turned out to be very difficult there, though."
"That's... that's rough..." Charlie said filled with pity. "But here you will be safe!"
"It will make things a lot easier for a while, thanks again." He replied whole heartily.
Nifty's shriek echoed from the entrance followed by a flood of noise filled with thrembling, yelling and screaming.
"Sound's like they arrived." Twig proclaimed happy. He ran off downstairs to the skinny woman leading the hoard in, greeting her by jumping on her back.
"Luuuuure! We hit the jackpot!" He laughed. "Let's see about that." She replied not sharing his enthusiasm.
The entry hall was filled with exited little demons running around. Five shadows of her keeping the hoard together. A huge crocodile of a woman holding on to three large Suitcases stomped directly to the couches, collapsing on the one where Nifty stood in absolut shock, sending her little body flying on impact. "Ooouuuhh! Praise those cushions! My ass is killin' me!" She lamented. Another amiphic Demon woman fell face first in the other one. Leading her lushly waved wig to fell off her bald head. "Ugh! Lo necesitaba tanto! Amen!" She muffled her approval into the pillow.
The skinny woman stood stoic on the stairs, watching over everything until the shadows gave her a thumbs up after counting. She turned to charlie, Twig still holding on to her shoulders.
"Lure." She greeted Charlie with a handshake while acknowledging the other two with a nod. "Thanks for letting us in. Twig told me what to expect. Is there anything else we should know or follow up on while staying here?" She asked upfront. Charlie, not exactly sure what to make of her short additute answered unsure: "Just... make yourself feel welcome."
Lure gave her a incredulous look back, while Twig smiled apologetically.
She turned back to the children, who where now neatly lined up in front of them by her shadows.Twig let go of her and blew an awfully loud whistle, leaving the hall in total silence.
"Listen up! We are allowed to stay here for a while in this hotel by the kindness of the owner princess Charlie Morningstar." Lure shouted like a comander leading an army to battle. The demanding look she shot over the kids left them mumbling a very unenthusiastic thank you.
"We have a floor with 38 rooms allingt for us. You will pair up in groups of three to share! Kathrin, Maybel and Twig getting they own Rooms, while Chad, Claire and Collin can partner up to five." The order let the two young teenage Girls sigh in relieve, while the Hydra started fighting between his heads, the girl not wanting to share with more boys, while the oldest of the heads begrudgingly asking, why they have to share a room together with itself. With other children lamenting about the unfaireness. Lure contiued unfazed.
"We are guest in this house! And I expect you to act upon it! You are not allowed in any other Rooms, other then your own, unless invited in! You will be respectful to our hosts! All Rules of daily routine will continue to apply within these Walls! And be on your best behavior at all times! Now, you have 90 minutes to get settled! Then you get in the shower and clean yourselves thoroughly! Leave your dirty clothes infront of your rooms to be washed. Don't half ass it! I will check and NOT handing out new clothing or food until being contend with the result! Let's go!" The harsh tone of that woman left a sour taste in Charlie's mouth, while Angel and Vaggie seemed slightly relieved by it.
She led the kids upstairs. One little Girl stopped after catching a closer glimpse of Angel.
"Angel Dust?" She blurred out completely Starstruck. She held out her Puppet, clearly representing him with a very explicitly shaped silicone O for a mouth. "You're my favorite-" She gleamed. "Please, don't say actor!" He muttered mortified. "You're an actor?" She asked bewildered. "NO! I'm/He is not!" All off them laught off way to uncomfortable. One of Lures shadows picked the girl up, taking her upstairs, leaving the three grasping for air.
Lure's barked commands echoed through the halls of the hotel. Twig went to the other two women, who were already asleep. Snatching a phone and a cigarette from the amphibic Woman and sitting next to the alligator, hiding the cigarette under his hat while typing. The attemt to make a selfie was interrupted by Nifty landing right onto his lap. The little demon grabbing him by the collar the second she caught a proper look of him. "You're..." the sparkle in her eyes were immediately replaced by pure disgust after getting a wiff of him. "Ugh! Reek like the sewers!"
"Yeah, we should fix that as soon as possible." The Crocodile grumbled half asleep shooing off Nifty. She sat up and gave Twig a slap on the back of his head, catching the cigarette leaping out under his head between her fingers. Vaggie got a bowl and held it right infront of her after she lit it up.
"No smoking allowed. So if you mind..." She explained blunty. "Mmh-hmm..." The Crocodile grumbled while sizing her with a very judgemental look. After a deep inhale, she slowly dragged the glimmig stick into her mouth, taking her time chewing on it, before spitting it into the bowl.
"Bitch. Where I come from, you introduce yourself before gettin on people's nerves." Vaggie was seriously considering to throw the bowl right into the woman's face when Charlie intervened. "Vaggie! They are obviously very tired. Let's cut her some slag. Hi, I am Charlie. Nice to have you here." "See that? Thats more like it!" The Crocodile snootly huffed. "Sue, Please! We just got in!" Twig pleaded. The Amphibic Woman sat up and yelled at Sue before she could double down. "¡callarse la boca! ¡tu perra tonta!-" First she threw her wig back on her head then a whole rant in Spanish at Sue. Charlie didn't understood shit and the dancing headpiece didn't help to try hear what she was saying, but Vaggies smile grew with every word.
She ended it with a long huff through her nose before turning to them, taking Charlie's hands in hers.
"Thank you for having us! My name is Juana. No puedo agradecerte lo suficiente."
"No problem. We are glad that we can help!" Charlie replied happy that more than one of them seemed grateful. "De nada." Vaggie chuckled. Juanas additute changed like a coin flip after hearing Vaggie. Shooting her a glare and putting her hands on her hips. "¿Qué piensas, espiar a la gente?" "Wha...? Arrgh!" Both were getting ready to throw hands. But Juana startled by Lure approaching threw up her hands in defeat and sat back down. "Can we cut that drama queen bullshit until we have our own place to rule again?" She asked her women bluntly. "Sounds reasonable." Twig whistled. Sue and Juana just looked around defensivly mumbling. Lure sighed and got back to Charlie and Vaggie.
"The kids are very happy with their rooms and settling in quite nicely. I'm sorry, if we come off as ungrateful. The lasts days were incredibly difficult. We are making sure to leave as soon as we got our new accommodation ready. So... Thank you again for you hospitality."
"Or... you can stay and-" "We leaving as soon as we got new accommodation ready." The women cut Charlie off. Lure sat down, leaving both girls standing.
Vaggie took the chance to drag Charlie to the bar just out off earshot.
"I'm not sure that was a good idea. Those hags doesn't seem very approachable."
Angel began. "Let's give them time to rest. And maybe after a goods night sleep they are more willing to hear our cause." Charlie reassured him. "Yeah. Let's see about that. But what was that soul selling thing about?" Vaggie got to her point.
"I wouldn't get hung up on that one." Husker said looking upstairs, where a shadow caught a naked boy trying to escape his soapy fate. "They're kids. Those little shits tent to take all kind of bull out of context just to blew it out of proportion." He explained calmly. "Didn't know that Daddy had a child friendly bone in him." Angel flirted. "Fuck, no. Just got desperate once and had to perform for some Brats."
He grumbled. "Yeah? how come?" Angel wanted to know. "I'm not gonna tell. You just make sure to keep those fuckers off my back."
Lure got up again and led a tall horned Sheep in ripped working attire upstairs. Tears filled her eyes while sniffling in disbelieve: "A shower? A real warm shower?" "Yes Molly. And a bed." Lure confirmed. "With clean sheets?" She sobbed. Charlie eyed up to the two walking past them. "For now, just let us hold on the reassurance, that we did the right thing." "Guess so." Vaggie reluctantly agreed.
After the shower Molly joined the other women and Twig. Leaving Lure to bring the kids to bed. They sat together in the lounge to discuss the situation, completely ignoring Charlie and the others at the bar. They soon decided that it should be best to just leave them be, leaving Husker behind.
He listened, keeping an ear open for anything shady.
"-then Molly and I will go to of our stuff to get-" "Our stuff should stay where it is, for the time being. All of it." Lure interrupted Juana, comming down the stairs with fast steps. "Not even my Make up?" "Or my dresses!" "Or my Pipe!?!?" The women protested.  "If Anyone just goes out getting just this and that, the kids will catch on and try to get something for themselves. And there is no point dragging all of it all across Hell and back so that everyone gets what they want. We hid it pretty well, yes. But going there to get just some niknaks would also draw unwanted attention to it. So, no." The women sighed unhappy but no one was willing to argue. She sat down and continued "The shopping?" "Juana will get to it in the morning. With Mollys paycheck the money should get us till the end of the month. When Twig gets onto his grabs again, that is." Sue replied.
"Then you should go shopping at Shamples and only get the bare essentials. Twig will only focus on househunting. We need to get out of here as soon as possible."
Sue huffed but still did not dare to argue.
"Well... When thats decided. Then... there is just one thing left, I guess." Twig proclaimed not looking up from the phone.
"What is it?" Lure asked tired. "Nothing big." Sue reassured her while getting to the Suitcases. As soon as Lure caught on, what was about to happen, she tried to jump over the table to get away. But Molly and Juana caught her mid air holding her down. Sue continued to dump 9 liveless shadows out of the caises into Lures, what knocked her out immediately.
They threw the unconscious body on the Couch. "Ugh... Guess I have to call in sick tomorrow." Molly groaned. "Don't bother. Twig found the first one ten days ago." Juana confessed annoyed. "Like I will find another Job with the next no show on my resume!" "Just fucking ditch! You already cried that song the last 6 times. And we still managed! Look at that bitch all useless! Hell knows how long she will take to bounce back after those little fuckers raced her down throughout that whole shitshow! Right now, we need you sorry ass here, more than we need that money. " Sue nagged snarly. "Ugh! When will this nightmare finally be over?" Molly groaned louder "Guess that's a settled. Then let's grab some soap and hit the pillows. Gotta be a fun stay as soon as them buggers find out." Twig jawned. They left upstairs for the night. Husker looked pensive over the snoring woman infront of him. Thinking about the implications of what he just witnessed.
He took a big gulp of snaps before dumping a huge roll of borbed wire on the bar. "Guess it's best to prepare on that being a problem."